Page 51 of Red Flag Bull

I thrust my hips at him faster, taking his cock harder, so I can feel him at the tender entrance to my womb. That’s where I want him to come. Just thinking about it gets me to the brink.

I ride the edge of pleasure, loving his cock, his mouth, and his unwavering love and care for my body and soul.

My pussy flutters around him, and my nipple slips from his lips, as he moans. “You’re going to make me come so fucking hard,” he rumbles and buries his face in my flesh.

“Good. I want it.” I love it when he fucks me full of cum. It’s always felt incredible and naughty, and a way for him to mark me as his. “I want your seed inside me.”

His cock swells, and its head nudges me deep inside as he swears. “God, I want that. So fucking bad.”

He latches back onto my breast with a whole new energy, and I clamp myself hard around his cock, to keep from falling apart. He does want it badly.

I wrench Jason from my breast and trap his face where we can see each other clearly. “Tell me what you want.”

He looks me over and frowns. “This, Princess.” He grips my hips and tugs me closer, forcing his cock through my constricted pussy, until it gives with a quiver. He marks the end to my turn in the boss’s chair with a satisfied grunt and reaches around my ass to feel my dripping pussy pulled taut around his big cock. “This and more,” he says. He drags his fingers through my arousal, and then slides his fingertips backward, to swirl slippery circles around my asshole.

The threat of penetration is imminent, as he gradually applies more pressure to my tightest hole. He treats my body like he owns it, and the sense of belonging to him has always given me the biggest thrill. When he pushes his fingers inside, they’re going to stretch and fuck me until his cock feels even bigger. My pussy twitches around him at the thought, and he gives an approving hum.

“I haven’t stopped wanting more since the night we first met,” he says with a voice like gravel. “When you’re involved, I can’t ever get enough, you fucking gorgeous woman. You want something more specific?” He teases my ass with penetration but leaves me hanging, until my body trembles with the anticipation. “Ask me for anything, and I’ll fucking give it to you.”

“Anything?” I rock into him, gushing all over his cock when the pressure at my back hole increases.

“Anything.”

He breaches me, and I buck forward and back, fucking him both ways. He fills and stretches me perfectly, quickly driving me closer to release. When he draws my nipple back into his mouth and suckles, there’s no way I’ll stop the building wave from crashing. It’s coming for me, so I’ll need to make my request in a hurry.

“Will you make another beautiful baby with me?” I ask, panting myself into a mewling mess, as he thrusts into me from both sides, forcing me over the edge.

“I’ll murder anyone who tries to stop me,” he growls in my ear. “It’d be my fucking honor to breed you, Princess. I hope for a baby every fucking time. We’ll make as many as you want.”

He clamps his free hand around my throat, and his cock jerks inside my clenching pussy. The pulsing in my depths is all consuming, as he spurts hard at my limits with a roar, flooding me with his hot seed. I moan and twitch and shatter around him, and the pleasure rolling outward from my core is too much to bear without being boneless.

I begin to sag, and Jason gently eases me to rest on his chest. His beautiful, bare chest — such a privilege to experience. My soft curves mold against his hard planes of muscle, and I soak up his warmth, as he strokes my hair and presses long, luxurious kisses to my skin.

He’s been hoping to breed me. Every time. Considers it an honor — wants me to be irrevocably his. A thread of aftershocks shudder through my pussy.

“Mmm…” Jason sinks his teeth into my shoulder a moment. “Whatever you’re thinking, I like it, too.”

I smile and trace his tattoo of my name. “I kind of want to write Property of above this.”

“It’s implied,” he says with a chuckle. “Just like it will be when my name is tattooed on your ass.”

I tilt my head back, so I can see his face. “And when am I doing that, Jason King?” I ask, pushing one of my eyebrows up with my finger, so it looks like his.

Jason shrugs and acts nonchalant, but there’s a twinkle in his eyes. “Before the wedding, if you need people to know whose ass this is before any formal documentation exists.”

I hurry to hide my grin and act casual. “In which kind of circumstances might people need proof of that information?” I ask fluttering my lashes at him. “Who will I be expected to show my branded ass to?”

“Anyone who tries to take it away from me,” he rumbles. “They should know the name of the man who’ll be pissing on their unmarked grave in our back yard every day. You’re mine.” His cock stands erect for the declaration, and my pussy gives it a rippling squeeze.

How does he always know exactly what to say and do, to unravel me?

I smile and rest my head back against his chest.

It’s because I am his.

Totally, perfectly his.

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